Serve vice

Serve vice. As there is little else to serve. All virtue is cloaked, parables of grandeur and heroism hide emotions. The truth in virtue remains oblique and diluted. Much like family stories, family histories. So, some filmmakers only make films about gangsters, about violence. They cannot think about the life we live.

Only machines retain the capacity to serve. And machines cannot emote. They only fulfill their purpose of existence, and that maybe is an emotional way of thinking of machines. Like which? Take the server, the computer on the network which allows and transmits the passage of traffic. And serves what information it has. Selflessly till it dies or goes obsolete.

Software makers who do not see grace in operating systems anymore make viruses and trojans. But they play safe, they restrain their agression, their nihilism. What about my kitchen? Why isn't each act of cooking a battle with anti-taste, which my stove, oven and fridge conspire with. Those who are disenchanted with the social just stay away, why don't they make life more difficult for those on the border?